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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
effing bitch.the freaking FAT piano examiner failed me. and EFFING BLOGGER ATE MY POST. actually my comp just shut down on me.why does my effing comp have to make my day worse?aren't the tears i cried over my piano results enough?isn't it bad enough that i screwed my malay oral?isn't it disappointing to see the 1/2/3 hours i put in to practice piano everyday go down the drain?isn't it scary to be slapped out of your world of FALSEHOOD?why is the effing world crumbling on me, making me weak?STOP RUINING MY LIFE.OMG i'm so pissed. it was my fault to believe i could pass. it was my fault to believe my years of piano would be over. it was my fault to think that an IDIOT who failed her grade seven, and only passed it by one mark the following year, would PASS HER GRADE 8 PIANO EXAM!i need effing BEN&JERRY'S now.today was okay. laoshi was being nice and we got to leave school at 12.30! PON CHINESE(: and RS! hahah. in the end me&emma&pearl&jacq went there so early that we ate MACS for lunch(:i accept the fact that i'm a failure/ a born loser.
i'm feeling you.